Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Finland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lakeside to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Hill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
The Motions,
Sparks,
T.S.O.L.,
A Certain Ratio,
Darondo,
Warsaw,
The Black Dice,
The Pretty Things,
Erykah Badu,
Surgeon,
Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Skaos,
Arab on Radar,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Halsall,
John Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Lydon,
Audionom,
Technova,
Monolake,
Black Bananas,
Average White Band,
Excepter,
Bob Dylan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deadbeat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gories,
Pussy Galore,
Byron Stingily,
Skriet,
Los Fastidios,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fugs,
Scan 7,
The Fall,
Jeff Mills,
Bluetip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Stooges,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kurtis Blow,
Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camberwell Now,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.